Sunday, October 01, 2006

maturation

I am back to this little island where I am supposed to call home,where dust covers the room as well as the heart,where hot sun dries the land as well as the spirit,where water chills the body as well as the soul,

where studies is about responsibility,friendship is about disbelief,love is about betrayal,

where laughter is about conformation instead of joyous expression,friends are about necessity instead of sincerity,where love is about exhibition instead of genuine passion,

We are all growing into adults whom we once despised ofIn a process calledMaturation.